Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.